Chapter Sixty-Five: Looking for Trouble

Bai Chenxi’s remark made Meng Ling so furious she widened her eyes and glared at her. Of course Meng Ling didn’t believe Bai Chenxi didn’t recognize her—she thought it was a deliberate provocation.

“Of course you don’t know us, do you? As long as you know all the CEOs and those male idols, that’s enough for you.”

Her words were so blunt that everyone else was startled, quickly glancing at Bai Chenxi to gauge her reaction.

Bai Chenxi, however, didn’t get upset. Instead, she replied, “I don’t think we know each other, do we? Where does your confidence come from, acting as if you know me so well?”

Meng Ling snapped, “What, you dare do things but are afraid people will talk? How did you get your role, you think no one knows?”

Bai Chenxi looked at her and said, “Oh? So you know? Did you move into my house or install a hidden camera on me?”

The retort, common online, sounded even more cutting coming from Bai Chenxi. Some people couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

The previously tense atmosphere eased a little.

Meng Ling looked at her with defiance. “You really do have a sharp tongue—no wonder you have everyone wrapped around your finger.”

Before Bai Chenxi could respond, Xiaoyu stepped forward.

“Miss Meng Ling, is it? I’ve recorded your entire conversation just now.”

Seeing Meng Ling’s expression change, Xiaoyu continued, “What you just said amounts to slander and defamation of our artist. We reserve the right to pursue legal action.”

Meng Ling was thrown off by Xiaoyu’s barrage of words, and her assistant tugged lightly at her sleeve.

Meng Ling shook off the assistant’s hand, shot Bai Chenxi a hateful glance, and left without another word.

Bai Chenxi gave Xiaoyu a thumbs up. “Impressive, Xiaoyu! How did you know she’d cause trouble for me and start recording early? My Xiaoyu is amazing.”

Pushing her glasses up, Xiaoyu said, “I didn’t record anything.”

Bai Chenxi’s smile vanished at once. She grabbed Xiaoyu, anxious. “What do you mean?”

“I was bluffing.”

Bai Chenxi looked at Xiaoyu in awe. “Even I was fooled! As expected of my assistant—your acting is brilliant!”

Xiaoyu looked back at Bai Chenxi: Are you sure you’re not just praising yourself?

“Where’s the makeup artist? Have they all disappeared?” Meng Ling had just suffered an embarrassment and vented her frustration now.

She spotted Sister Qing nearby and beckoned. “You—come do my makeup.”

Sister Qing glanced at Bai Chenxi. “I’m supposed to do hers now.”

Meng Ling looked at Bai Chenxi: Why is it her again?

“I want you to do mine first.”

“What’s her name again?” Bai Chenxi turned to Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu replied helplessly, “Meng Ling.” This lady was up to her tricks again.

“Oh, right. Miss Meng Ling, have you forgotten I’m the second female lead? Who do you think you are, demanding she does yours first?”

Meng Ling’s assistant whispered something in her ear and then smiled at Bai Chenxi. “You go ahead, Sister Bai. Meng Ling isn’t in a hurry.”

Meng Ling, held back by her assistant, said nothing more, but stood up and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

The assistant apologized to everyone. “Sorry, Meng Ling isn’t feeling well today and her temper is a bit off. We’ll treat everyone to drinks later.”

Everyone smiled and said it was fine, but who could say if it really was? After apologizing, the assistant hurried after her.

Watching their exchange, everyone else looked at Bai Chenxi with a new wariness in their eyes.

While Sister Qing did her makeup, Bai Chenxi picked up her phone and searched for Meng Ling.

Reading the introduction online, she complained to Xiao Wen, “She’s actually a singer. And she sings sweet love songs! Can you imagine how much she has to hold back when she sings?”

Chu Muyun had left such a deep impression on her that when she thought of singers, he was always the first to come to mind.

Now, faced with someone short-tempered and always picking fights, Bai Chenxi found it hard to accept.

Sister Qing, who had been silent, couldn’t help but ask, “Do you really not know her?”

“No, I don’t,” Bai Chenxi replied, confused by the question. Was there any reason to lie about not knowing someone?

“I thought you were deliberately picking a fight.”

How did it become me picking a fight? Bai Chenxi muttered inwardly: Never offend the makeup artist.

“All done. I never thought you’d look this decent with a bit of makeup,” said Sister Qing.

Bai Chenxi… What did I do to offend you? Can’t you just say it straight?

The stage manager pushed the door open and called, “Is the Imperial Consort ready?”

Sister Qing waved. “She’s ready.”

The stage manager, seeing Bai Chenxi, respectfully said, “If you’re ready, Miss Bai, please head over—they’re about to start shooting.”

It was Bai Chenxi’s first time being addressed as “Miss Bai,” and she felt awkward, replying, “Got it, I’ll be right there.”

Meanwhile, Meng Ling was still fuming. Her assistant ran over, panting. “Meng Ling, you… you can’t run off too far.”

Meng Ling snapped at her assistant, “What’s it to you?”

The assistant answered timidly, “Sister Xia asked me to keep an eye on you so you don’t cause any trouble.”

Meng Ling grumbled, “Sister Xia again, everything is Sister Xia.”

Despite her complaints, Meng Ling was actually quite afraid of her agent, Sister Xia. Hearing her name, she immediately lost some of her bluster.

She had joined the cast of “The Beauty’s Calamity” because Sister Xia wanted her to branch out, and had fought for this opportunity for her.

Seeing that Meng Ling had calmed down, the assistant ventured, “Meng Ling, what did Bai Chenxi do to upset you?”

Although Meng Ling had a bad temper, she wasn’t someone who made trouble without reason.

At the mention of Bai Chenxi, Meng Ling sneered, “She didn’t do anything to me, but she took something that should have belonged to someone else. Who does she think she is?”

“She’d better have the sense to stay away from him, or someone will teach her a lesson.”

The assistant checked her phone. “Meng Ling, it’s a call from Sister Xia.”

Meng Ling’s expression changed. “Did you tell her?”